Blog Tour: The Kiss Thief by L.J Shen

January 17, 2019

   
THE KISS THIEF BY L.J. SHEN
Release Date: January 9th
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                                                            Blurb 

They say your first kiss should be earned. Mine was stolen by a devil in a masquerade mask under the black Chicago sky. They say the vows you take on your wedding day are sacred. Mine were broken before we left church. They say your heart only beats for one man. Mine split and bled for two rivals who fought for it until the bitter end. I was promised to Angelo Bandini, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the Chicago Outfit. Then taken by Senator Wolfe Keaton, who held my father’s sins over his head to force me into marriage. They say that all great love stories have a happy ending. I, Francesca Rossi, found myself erasing and rewriting mine until the very last chapter.One kiss. Two men. Three lives. Entwined together. And somewhere between these two men, I had to find my forever.
 


                    

   






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The kiss Thief was a story that that I was not so patiently waiting for: Arranged marriage? Check. Your future spouse being your sworn enemy? Double check. Being in love with two men who hate each other? Pass me the popcorn and the wine because it’s about to go down!! Richly done of course. 

Francesca Rossi is the princess of one of the most feared and loved organized Crime Family. She knows where she stands in the society and what is expected of her. Young and beautiful, a good girl at heart, an obedient daughter, and a role model of her time, Francesca seemed to have it all. Everything except for the one man whom she has wanted since he was a young teenager. Just when it seems that her happily ever after future was in her grasps to getting to the man of her dreams, in comes the devil with a mask and a wicked smile blowing it all to smithereens. 

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If there’s one thing that Wolfe Keaton does well is make a lasting impression. Whether it’s through fear, pure arrogance, or his wicked mouth, you will walk away forever remembering this man and what he said. You will also probably remember the burning feeling of anger as you secretly think about the ways to do bodily harm to him as well but that’s nothing compare to what he can to do you in the process. With a bright political future ahead of him, Wolfe is a big fish in a little pond of Made Men and that makes him untouchable in Chicago. But when you have a hidden agenda, your pawn just became the biggest thing you could ever play. 

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“You said I taste like the villain, but you taste like the victim”. 

First off let me just say that this is now one of my favorite enemies to lovers story. Francesca and Wolfe were explosive together!! I felt their chemistry from the moment they had their first conversation and it was on fire ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I really thought that someone was going to end up in the hospital from poisoning or losing a body part but thankfully that was not the case for these two. When they weren’t arguing or plotting each other’s demise, these two complimented each other so well and I really enjoyed seeing their walls come down. 

If you’re a fan of this author’s work, then this one is definitely for you.



   
Excerpt

“Are you sure you’re on my card?” I turned to the man with a polite yet distant smile. I was still disoriented from the exchange with Angelo when the stranger pulled me against his hard body and pressed a possessive hand lower than socially acceptable on my back, a second from groping my butt. “Answer me,” I hissed. “My bid on your card was the highest,” he replied dryly. “The bids are undisclosed. You don’t know how much other people have paid,” I kept my lips pursed to keep myself from yelling. “I know it’s nowhere near the realm of what this dance is worth.” Un-freaking-believable. We began to waltz around the room as other couples were not only spinning and mingling but also stealing envious glances at us. Naked, raw ogles that told me that whomever the blonde he’d come to the masquerade with was, she wasn’t his wife. And that I might have been all the rage in The Outfit, but the rude man was in high demand, too. I was stiff and cold in his arms, but he didn’t seem to notice—or mind. He knew how to waltz better than most men, but he was technical, and lacked warmth and Angelo’s playfulness. “Nemesis.” He took me by surprise, his rapacious gaze stripping me bare. “Distributing glee and dealing misery. Seems at odds with the submissive girl who entertained Bishop and his horsey wife at the table.” I choked on my own saliva. Did he just call the governor’s wife horsey? And me submissive? I looked away, ignoring the addictive scent of his cologne, and the way his marble body felt against mine. “Nemesis is my spirit animal. She was the one to lure Narcissus to a pool where he saw his own reflection and died of vanity. Pride is a terrible illness.” I flashed him a taunting smirk. “Some of us could use catching it.” He bared his straight white teeth. “Arrogance is a disease. Compassion is the cure. Most gods didn’t like Nemesis, but that’s because she had a backbone.” “Do you?” He arched a dark eyebrow. “Do I…?” I blinked, the courteous grin on my face crumpling. He was even ruder when we were alone. “Have a backbone,” he provided. He stared at me so boldly and intimately, it felt like he breathed fire into my soul. I wanted to step out of his touch and jump into a pool full of ice. “Of course, I do,” I responded, my spine stiffening. “What’s with the manners? Were you raised by wild coyotes?” “Give me an example,” he said, ignoring my quip. I was beginning to draw away from him, but he jerked me back into his arms. The glitzy ballroom distorted into a backdrop, and even though I was starting to notice that the man behind the demi-mask was unusually beautiful, the ugliness of his behavior was the only thing that stood out. I am a warrior and a lady…and a sane person who can deal with this horrid man. “I really like Angelo Bandini.” I dropped my voice, slicing my gaze from his eyes and toward the table where Angelo’s family had been seated. My father was sitting a few seats away, staring at us coldly, surrounded by Made Men who chatted away. “And see, in my family, we have a tradition dating back ten generations. Prior to her wedding, a Rossi bride is to open a wooden chest—carved and made by a witch who lived in my ancestors’ Italian village—and read three notes written to her by the last Rossi girl to marry. It’s kind of a good luck charm mixed with a talisman and a bit of fortunetelling. I stole the chest tonight and opened one of the notes, all so I could rush fate. It said that tonight I was going to be kissed by the love of my life, and well…” I drew my lower lip into my mouth and sucked it, peering under my eyelashes at Angelo’s empty seat. The man stared at me stoically, as though I was a foreign film he couldn’t understand. “I’m going to kiss him tonight.” “That’s your backbone?” “When I have an ambition, I go for it.”
A conceited frown crinkled his mask, as if to say I was a complete and utter moron. I looked him straight in the eye. My father taught me that the best way to deal with men like him was to confront, not run. Because, this man? He’d chase.
   
   
About the Author 

L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.
Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.
She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.
   


                           

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